Last night the gate was open when we left to drive to the apple orchard. This morning I see the sage and mint plants have been ripped out. The neighborhood kids love us and we love them.  Sometimes the affection is expressed as "I want more," I understand. 

Yesterday the littlest boy ran over to ask me if his shoes were on right because the other day the right sneaker was on the left foot and the left was on the right. Yes they are, I said and he did little dance. Then we fist bumped and he ran off. Every time the kids see us they run over say hello and pet Romeo.